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Thanks for making it difficult to join up by setting the time so low :) Less people = more chance of winning ;)

Oooo. A story. Well then. Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. Wait wait wait! STOP! So this one time at band camp... sonofa...

Well. If modern game gaming hadn't rotted my brain, I'm sure I could have come up with a story. I blame Oprah!

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Oh! I just thought of a great story. So I was utilizing public transit the other day (the buses and trains that generally smell like human waste) and I ran into this homeless guy. He started talking to me and I didn't notice at first because I was listening to the music. Anyway. He tapped me on my shoulder and leaned in close just to say something quietly into my ear. He was nice enough to mention that my zipper was undone. I kindly zipped up, tipped the gentleman $10, and departed the train slightly embarrassed and amused at the same time.

Thanks for the Humble Synapse Bundle, Proton! Now, about that story...
There once was a Dark Elf named Zoni. He was a total badass, and practiced things which were frowned upon, such as necromancy. He summoned awesome dinosaurs called Clannfear, and brought his enemies back to life to kill their own friends. He had a cool sword which burned or froze his enemies depending on whether it was night or day. He was also an assassin, and very skilled at his profession.
Did I mention this is me in Oblivion? Lol.

I was born two months premature. When I was one, I was dropped on the porch. When I was two, I had pneumonia. When I was three, I got the chicken pox. When I was four, I fell down the stairs and broke six ribs. When I was five, my uncle was decapitated by a watermelon. When I was six, my parents hit me in the head with a shovel. When I was seven, I lost my right index finger to my pet rat. When I was eight, my dog Spike got hit by a tractor. When I was nine, my mother lost her arm to a rabid cow. When I was ten, my sister was torn to bits by a pack of dogs. When I was eleven, my grandfather killed himself because I was ugly. When I was twelve, my grandmother killed herself because I was ugly. When I was thirteen, my father poked out his eyes with a pitchfork in a drunken stupor.When I was fourteen, my brother lost his hand to a wallaby. When I was fifteen, my aunt choked to death on a chicken bone. When I was sixteen, I lost my cousin to a badger. When I was seventeen, I cut off my left big toe with a hoe. When I was eighteen, my father lost his right leg to the same tractor that killed my dog. When I was nineteen this strange fungus started to grow on my test...